Worry. It’s what I spend basically all of my time on. Every day I worry about these, sometimes, irrational things. Things that likely won’t happen. Things that I am wasting my life dwelling on. One day, I pray that I will wake up and not have to deal with this fear. That I will be able to enjoy one day without being afraid of what is to come. That I can just enjoy life, be happy and have nothing but hope for the future.

It’s just that, the future terrifies me. I don’t know why. It never used to, but being in my second year of college and still not knowing what I’m doing there or where I’m going in my life. I’m just terrified that I won’t figure it out.

If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past year, it’s that time flies. Flies fast. It’s hard to believe that I’ve already been in college for a year. And I’m scared that I will wake up one day and I will have been here for four years and still have no idea what I’m doing here.

It’s literally the most frustrating thing that I have ever dealt with. How am I supposed to decide what I’m going to do with the rest of my life when I still feel like a kid? I don’t even know if school is what I’m supposed to be doing right now. But, I mean, I always thought that college is just what you do after high school. I never really thought past that. So here I am, wasting my time and money on this place when I don’t even know that I will graduate.

So why not drop out?

Believe me, I have thought through this many a time. To the point where I’m like, “Okay, this is it. I’m not going back next semester.” But I always talk myself out of it, or let my parents talk me out of it and here I am. Middle of my third semester and endlessly pondering whether or not I should drop out. If I had a plan as to what I would do besides school, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I haven’t quite figured that out yet.

It’s a big decision, and it’s taking over my life. My mind is filled with what ifs.

What if I can’t find a job?

What if I can’t pay back the loans I’ve taken out?

What if I don’t have anywhere to go?

What if I lose everything?

Sometimes, we need to fail a little, or even a lot, to succeed. So what if I fall a few times. Life isn’t at all supposed to be perfect. What if that is what I need to truly find myself. Taking chances is what makes life interesting. Maybe taking a chance is what I need to do. Get these what ifs out of my head and take a step of faith.